KEITH OF CRAIGENTOLLY

O Keith o’ Craigentolly!

Ye sall live to rue the day

When ye brak the berried holly

Beside St. Andrew's bay!

When Pitcullo's kine

Card down to the brine,

And were drooned in the driving spray!

In the bower o’ Craigentolly

Is a wan and waefu’ bride,

Singing, O waly! waly!

Through the whole country side;

And a river to wade

For a dying maid,

And a weary way to ride!

O Keith o’ Craigentolly,

The bairn's grave by the sea!

O Keith o’ Craigentolly,

The graves of maidens three!

And a bluidy shift,

And a sainless shrift,

For Keith o’ Craigentolly!